Easter bunnies all round

My mother’s idea of heaven is sitting in bed with a good book, a box of posh chocolates at her side. I know I’m in a small minority, but I really don’t like chocolate. Squeezing around the aisles of my local supermarket this week, the sight of piles and pyramids of eggs, bunnies, carrots and assorted confectionary makes me feel quite sick. The thought of stuffing all this into eager little – and big – mouths over this weekend is, quite frankly, frightening. For one, my waistline really doesn’t need it, and I feel sorry for those battling against obesity faced with such great a temptation.